Witchcraft is heresy punishment is death
Purge the local community a curse has been casted
Malice maleficarum to find the devils mark gain a confession using force and torture
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live guilty until proven innocent
Salem justice is served
Puritans claim treason satan is real
His presence is around us trying to discredit the word of god
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live guilty until proven innocent
Salem justice is served
They claim I slid the blade across her throat she died before I clean and shield it
A conjuring of wretched spawn lurk on my lawn murder is spewed amongst the crowd
Anxiety builds as they hang the noose they want to impale my head
I am your demon I am your witch I am consorting with the devil
I am your demon I am your witch I am consorting with the devil
Making meaning to my wicked ways spectral evidence of pure blame making a suspect
Signing the Devils book in blood
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live guilty until proven innocent
Salem justice is served
Deaths occur and possessions rise the village grows scared angered discouraged
Answers must be made outrageous accusations condemning the innocent
Pile stones on my chest force a confession out of me
I am your demon I am your witch
Take away my life god will give you blood to drink hysteria is never erased
Only thinking of themselves the crimes of witchcraft not only claimed my life
They demised my my fortune to compensate the recklessness
Anxiety builds as they hang the noose they want to impale my head
I am your demon I am your witch